Afternoon At The Flathouse

by

pd lyons

~

Open air

Cobble street,

Church bell rhapsody

 ~

Well worn doors

Rough stone walls

Into secret corners

Undisturbed as dust

 

In the Company of Woodbines

Waiting the slow pour

Of a pint

 

 

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  • Donna J Snyder  On May 7, 2016 at 1:16 am

    Had to Google Woodbines.

    This poem is evocative. I “feel” the atmosphere. Again, I marvel at your ability to do so much with so few words, a skill I lack. The seeming simplicity of the poem makes the original details really pop.

    I plan to send you the much delayed books next week. Will get them ready tonight.

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    • pdlyons  On May 7, 2016 at 12:42 pm

      thanks for the read. toyed with the idea of a foot note re woodbines then thought that if anyone bothered to explore the poem ( or any poem) part of the coolness of poetry is bringing the reader new learnings. thaanks again for the exploring look forward to your books! Thank you!

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  • Edward-David Ruiz  On May 7, 2016 at 7:26 am

    imagery-filled tercets. thanks. e/s

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